Took the day off today, as I had to take the wife in for oral surgery. Things went as well as could be expected. Just trying to keep her drugged until the pain goes away now.
And not at all looking forward to when I have to go myself later on this year. Nope.
So instead I'll bring you the result of something I started last week. I was out on the yard watching the yammerheads go down for mainline when I noticed alot of bits of paper on the ground. Curious, I picked a couple of them up and it seemed to be a note, torn to shreds.
I couldn't tell what kind of note it was, but since whoever had spent the time to rip it into such small pieces it must have been either important or infuriating. So I decided it might be worth my time to pick up the bits and see what the note said.
After I got home and dumped all of the bits out of my coat pocket I spent the better part of an hour putting them back together with tape. Obviously I didn't get all parts because this is what I ended up with:
Some of those bits are inferred, because I couldn't find any other place to fit them.
But it's obviously a love note because of the signature:
Ah yes, the weird little pentagram heart thingy. I've seen it before. Back in fifth or sixth grade, I think. They probably think they invented that.
From what I can read of the note, there seemed to be some friction (and not the good kind) between the two. Somebody slappd somebody who slappd somebody else. There's alot of talk about how they "fell" about each other. Not how they fell for, how they fell about.
That last bit was hard to write. I'm so OCD about my freaking spelling, it's hard to write things wrong on purpose.
There was another signature on a different bit of paper. I assumed that it was at the top, maybe the part that was supposed to show when the note was folded up. Who knows?
Ah, spring. And love is in the air. It just makes me feel so mushy inside. ((sigh))
So Tuesday is Go For Broke Day. After handing out three grand to the dentists, I think I'll just declare it Broke Day and go with that. Go for it!
Mann Tracht, Un Gott Lacht - *That's an old Yiddish proverb that some translate to this: "Man plans, God laughs." I have had many occasions in my life to use that quotation.* *Don't ...
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